I won't hide tha fact from you my reader, I just feel like crap.
First off, I had a bad weekend. I couldn't really do the stuff I wanted to. I spent the whoel weekend just basically coughing my guts out. I was supposed to be cured by the time I finished the meds that were prescribed to me. I was done with them Thursday last week. It seemed the coughing got worse after that. My throat basically feels like it's been gagged with sandpaper. I had to go to work tonight just to get a consultation with the company doctor. My real doctor won't be around until tomorrow afternoon.
Monday morning, I woke up early to do the laundry. Finished early, so I went to get my rice from the office. I was rushing all the way because I wanted to catch the company service to save 12.50 in jeepney fare. Got the rice, went back home, and started to leave when the missus and I had a sort of 'silent argument'. That sort of no-words-all-body-language sort of argument. We had a brief exchange the night before. It consisted of two sentences for each of us. I let it go, but I was pissed off. I didn't get to say what I wanted to. So the next morning, we had that 'silent argument' thing going. Still angry over the whole affair, I pressed the clean laundry, which incidentally she complained about the previous night.
After that was done, I tried to sleep. Since I was still coughing so much, I didn't get any. Coffee is all that's keeping me running now. Argh! Three hours more before I can leave the office.
To top it all off, this is my third day without a cigarette. My insides feel like crap, like they always do when I try to quit. Sometimes the shaking and sweating scare me. But that's about it. The rest of the way, its all psychological. Actually, that's the toughest part. You just want to grab a cig when the emotional stress piles up. Like right now...
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